Luyện nghe bài hát Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)

[The contemplations of Blokk:]

As my drips black now with the unclean blood of another slain fiend, it
occurs to me that history most probably record me a fanatic... as for
more years than I to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless
pursuit and destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was ago that
I commenced with the wreaking of my grim vengeance upon the of the
dark, and by the blade of my katana, Fiend's Bane, I vow they shall
all pay for my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the gods of
vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome 'ere I die... a legacy wrought in
retributive bloodshed and terror!

Drowned in the icy of tragedy,
in the fires of revenge,
Driven by the which compel a man to destiny,
by the whispers of the dead.

Blood is in the moonlight
As it was when I pierced the of my betrothed,
Blood is in the moonlight,
Her gaze gleaming ire upon me.
Blood is in the moonlight
I held aloft her head to my gods,
Blood is black in the
(Now I am eternally to my blade)
And ever I am by the dark!

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me revenge this night!
to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of ensorcelled steel!
Night has fallen, the begins...
carnage 'neath the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods those vile
who tore the life and hope from my beloved's breast and replaced it
with that unspeakable ravening would repay a hundredfold in
slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to
worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or upon the earth, and wreak
my honed steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. was my vow!

Aye, this bride of Masayuki steel, by wizards at its forging... to
me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, by the breeze at dusk...
and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of men and fiends alike.

spawned demons ravening for my blood,
Yet the of my blade is greater!
Aye, all they shall feast upon this night will be steel!
I hear the slither of on silk,
Bane replete with undead slaughter!

I am the scourge of the devils who in darkness...
(but the darkness in my own soul is so much deeper...)
Their flesh burns at the of my blade of searing vengeance,
And I cast their malign spirits into limbo!

Darkfall, and the autumn moon on my steel...
Now it is time to hunt and once more,
For the has come!